“Yeah, if I’m going, I want to go fast,” says Wyatt. “I don’t want people who bet on my death being drawn out to make money on it.” It’s a shocking thought. “Would your family take bets on that?” I ask. Wyatt shrugs. “Somebody would. I’m sure somebody already has. On yours, too. That’s how it works.” “I don’t want to beg,” says Maysilee. “Or plead for my life. I want to go out with my head up.” After a pause, Mags asks, “All right. Anything else?”
